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"Just living is not enough", said the butterfly, "one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower."
— Hans Christian Andersen.

I will pretend to leave this world behind.

"Ordinary riches can be stolen, real riches cannot. In your soul are infinitely precious things that cannot be taken from you."

- Oscar Wilde


The first chest came by surprise.
There was no name to it, other than the recipient's.

What this chest contained was treasurable.
Should the chest be opened?
It was like Pandora's box.
The temptation killed

Opening it at the wrong time,
the chest let out darkness and sadness.

The chest was destroyed,
never to be spoken of again.
The chest was a bad surprise,
surprises were never welcomed again.

What the box contained was treasurable,
but it had no treasures in it.


The second chest came by surprise.
It had more than a name.

Surprise again.
What would it contain this time?

The feeling was frustrating.

The chest was opened.

Inside was nothing but a piece of paper with a smiley face.
It looked promising.
It felt promising.
It felt magical.

The chest was more than the mean surprise from the previous encounter.
The chest was magical.
Each time it was opened,
there was something new to discover.

Each time it was opened,
a smiley face appeared.


The third chest was no surprise.

In fact,
it was there all the while before any of the other chest came.
It was there sitting on its own, at a corner.
Neglected, forgotten.

It was dusty,
yet worn out.

It was locked.

It would be something worth exploring,
yet it was full of uncertainties.

This treasure chest would perhaps be eventually unlocked.
This treasure chest would perhaps eventually unlock surprises.

What exactly is in this third treasure chest?



And in the end, you'll know I've lied.


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